Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

The Soul Douluo could only struggle to cope and gradually showed signs of defeat.

Finally, Tang Lan let out a loud shout.

With the force of a thunderbolt, he thrust out the Overlord Spear.

The spear tip pierced through the chest of the Soul Douluo in an instant, killing him instantly!

The light in that Soul Douluo's eyes dimmed instantly.

His Flaming Lion Martial Soul dissipated, and he collapsed helplessly.

Tang Lan killed a Soul Douluo with a single blow, but his killing intent remained undiminished.

His eyes burned like a raging flame, radiating endless coldness and determination.

Those eyes seemed to hold an endless abyss, capable of devouring one's soul, sending chills down one's spine.

His gaze was fixed on the Soul Saint and Soul Douluo level powerhouses of the Holy Spirit Cult and the four great empires.

Those gazes seemed to pierce their souls, like sharp arrows, leaving their inner fears nowhere to hide.

The chill in those eyes seemed to freeze them instantly, making their blood congeal.

"Don't be afraid, let's attack together!"

In the crowd, a Contra player tried to remain calm and shouted loudly, attempting to encourage himself and his companions.

His voice trembled, like a withered leaf in the wind. Despite his efforts to remain calm, he could not hide the panic in his heart.

His face was pale, his eyes were unfocused, and his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists.

"We can't let him defeat us one by one!"

Another Contra shouted in response, his voice tinged with hysteria.

His forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, which rolled down and slid across his face, which was contorted with fear.

"Yes, let's go together!" another Contra Warrior echoed, his voice filled with a desperate resolve.

As everyone attacked together, the dazzling lights of various soul skills intertwined instantly, forming a colorful net that enveloped Tang Lan.

The light was dazzling, yet it was also fraught with deadly threat.

A Holy Spirit Cult member waved his hands.

Black mist erupted from his palm, instantly transforming into ferocious venomous snakes with gaping, blood-red maws.

With its scarlet forked tongue flicking out, it pounced on Tang Lan at incredible speed.

The serpent's fangs gleamed coldly, as if they could crush a person instantly.

The Soul Warriors of the four great empires were not to be outdone.

Some summoned enormous rock giants, tens of meters tall, with incredibly heavy bodies, whose every step caused the earth to tremble.

It swung its enormous fist, creating a whooshing sound, and smashed it fiercely towards Tang Lan;

Some shot out countless sharp ice spikes, those ice spikes were extremely sharp.

It swept through the air with a biting chill.

Wherever it passed, a thin layer of frost condensed in the air.

Tang Lan, however, was not afraid at all.

He roared, and his Ancient Dragon Martial Soul unleashed a deafening dragon's roar.

The powerful sound waves dispersed many of the approaching soul skills.

The dragon's roar seemed to pierce the clouds and shake the heavens and earth, causing the enemy's mind to tremble.

His Overlord Spear moved with impenetrable speed, its tip gleaming with a cold light.

Like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, it deflected all the attacks.

Each collision between the spear tip and the soul skill sparked dazzling flames, like fireworks exploding.

For a time, the battlefield was filled with deafening roars.

The energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding space, making the whole world seem to tremble.

Tang Lan weaved through the crowd as if it were empty.

His movements were as swift as lightning, making him impossible to predict.

Each swing of the Overlord Spear sent a spray of blood into the air, and an enemy fell with a scream.

His movements were fluid and decisive, each strike carrying deadly power.

However, with so many enemies, Tang Lan would inevitably suffer some attacks.

His clothes were torn, revealing his skin stained with blood.

His body was covered in wounds, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

But his gaze grew even more resolute, like a burning flame, and his fighting spirit showed no signs of waning.

"You ants, you dare to harm me!"

Tang Lan roared, his voice filled with anger and disdain.

His soul power erupted once more, and a powerful wave of energy spread outwards from him like a surging tide.

The approaching enemies were all blasted away by this powerful force, falling to the ground far away like kites with broken strings.

Before the enemy, who had been knocked away, could even land, Tang Lan had already pounced on him like a ghost, his Overlord Spear transforming into a deadly weapon.

His spear moved like a dragon, each strike hitting the enemy's vitals with pinpoint accuracy. His speed was so great that it was impossible to see his movements.

All that could be heard were screams rising and falling, an endless chorus, like a death symphony.

In this chaotic battlefield, Tang Lan's figure was like a war god descending.

His soul power surged forth continuously, and his body shone brightly, like a dazzling sun.

The Ancient Dragon Martial Spirit loomed behind him, its majestic dragon shadow radiating an ancient and mysterious aura, adding to his boundless power.

Each flash of the dragon's shadow was accompanied by a powerful pressure that made the enemy feel breathless and filled them with fear.

The powerful figures of the Holy Spirit Cult and the four great empires gradually began to consider retreating.

The initial ferocity and determination in their eyes were gone, replaced by deep fear and unease.

Their attacks were no longer as fierce as they had been at the beginning; they became chaotic and disorganized, and their coordination began to falter.

The originally tight formation began to loosen, and some people even disregarded the safety of their companions in order to avoid Tang Lan's attacks.

Tang Lan keenly grasped this point.

He suddenly leaped high into the air, his movements agile, like a soaring eagle.

The Overlord Spear shone brightly, dazzling and powerful, and a powerful wave of soul energy erupted from it in all directions.

That soul force wave was like a surging ocean wave, carrying the power to destroy everything.

Those who approached were instantly blasted away by this force, their bodies flying far away like kites with broken strings.

They screamed in agony in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, never to rise again.

Even the distant enemies were shaken, their blood surging and their footing unsteady.

His internal organs seemed to have been displaced, and his face turned as pale as paper.

"Today is your end!"

Tang Lan's voice echoed across the battlefield, like a resounding bell, carrying an unyielding majesty.

His voice was filled with resolve and coldness, like that of a judge from hell.

It made even the enemy's soul tremble. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 815 The Unpredictable Tang Lan

At this point, some of the more cowardly enemies had already begun to turn and flee.

They fled desperately backwards, staggering and panicking.

They even threw away their weapons just so they could run faster.

He was terrified of being caught up by Tang Lan and becoming a victim of his gun.

But Tang Lan would not let them off so easily. He flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the fleeing enemies, his speed astonishing.

The Overlord Spear in his hand mercilessly reaped their lives; wherever the spear tip passed, blood splattered, staining the earth red.

The battlefield reeked of blood, a nauseating stench.

At Tang Lan's feet lay piles of enemy corpses, layer upon layer, like a small mountain.

He was like a demon who had emerged from hell, covered in blood, yet still exuding a chilling aura.

"Tang Lan is so strong!"

Ma Xiaotao's gaze fell on Tang Lan, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration and wonder.

She parted her lips slightly and murmured to herself:

"Such formidable strength and such a fierce offensive are truly breathtaking."

Tang Ya stood to the side, her hands unconsciously clenching, her pretty face flushed with excitement, and said:

"With Brother Tang Lan here, we will surely defeat these enemies!"

Yu'er nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with determination, and said:

"That's right. Watching him fight bravely on the battlefield, I felt my blood boil."

Jiang Nannan pursed her lips slightly, a gentle smile on her face, and said softly:

"Brother Tang Lan has always been so strong. He seems to be a war god born for battle. With him charging ahead, we cannot show weakness."

At this moment, Tang Lan on the battlefield was still majestic and awe-inspiring. The Overlord Spear in his hand was like a deadly weapon, and every swing brought a storm of blood and gore.

Those enemies were like fragile ants in front of him, unable to withstand his powerful offensive.